Douluo's soul power is upgraded twice a year

Dai Mubai rushed all the way towards the dean's office. He didn't care how many students he frightened on the way, and saw Dai Mubai as quickly as possible.

"Xiaobai, what are you doing so arrogantly?" In the dean's office, besides Flanders, Zhao Wuji was also there. When he saw Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji raised his rough eyebrows and shouted loudly that Shrek Academy is also a high-class place now. Now that we are in college, we can no longer be as casual as before.

Dai Mubai ignored Zhao Wuji's scolding and just panted heavily, shouting to Flanders in a panic: "Dean, go quickly... Go and save Fengzi. An old man caught Fengzi. He Fengzi is no match for him."

"what"

Hearing the news, Flanders and Zhao Wuji both stood up suddenly. Zhao Wuji even grabbed Dai Mubai and shouted: "Who is so bold and dares to come to our Shrek Academy to make trouble?"

Dai Mubai's shoulder was pinched by Zhao Wuji's huge force, but he didn't care. He just said: "I don't know who it is. He knocked me away without even using his martial spirit, and he still stopped me. Fengzi, I only know that the old man is ridiculously strong and very thin, as if he has only a skeleton left, but he is very tall and has a weird aura all over his body."

"How dare you cause trouble for my student, I don't care who he is, his ashes will be raised." Zhao Wuji's eyes widened angrily, he let go of Dai Mubai and was about to rush out.

"Old Zhao, wait a minute." Flanders frowned, as if he noticed something, he pulled Zhao Wuji and turned to Dai Mubai and asked: "The old man you mentioned is so strong, then how did you get from His men escaped.”

Dai Mubai couldn't care less about this, and said quickly: "I don't know, he doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping me."

After Dai Mubai said this, a flash of understanding flashed in Flender's eyes, he smiled confidently, and continued to ask: "Then the old man you mentioned is always smiling, and always speaks with a smile. With a hint of ridicule and banter."

Dai Mubai was stunned when he heard this, and said with some confusion: "The dean said this, it seems like this."

"Haha, that's right." Flanders smiled mysteriously, and the worry on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a smile of gloating and fun. I'm finally going to meet my parents. This is youth.

"Flanders, what do you mean? Do you know that person?" Zhao Wuji didn't understand what Flanders was talking about at all, and asked, scratching his neck.

"Calm down, calm down, Old Zhao, you are in your forties or fifties. Can you be more steady? Don't worry, Han Feng will be fine. Maybe he can get some benefits," Flanders said easily, indifferently. I sat back in my seat and read a book.

"Ha" Dai Mubai uttered a confused syllable.

He told Han Feng before that Tang San was in trouble, and Han Feng told him that Tang San faced Contra, but don't worry, even if he cooled Tang San, he wouldn't be cold; now Han Feng is in trouble, and Compared with Contra, the old man was only higher, but not lower. But Flanders told him again, don't worry, Han Feng will not only be fine, but will also get benefits.

Is it me, Dai Mubai, who has derailed the world?

How about next time, try provoking a few Contras yourself?

On the other side, when he heard the old man's praise for himself, Han Feng couldn't be sure whether it was true or not, so he had to lower his head slightly and whispered: "Senior, that's a ridiculous compliment."

"Mr. Miuzan, this is not Mouzan. Your boy is really good." The old man grinned, and it didn't look like he was lying at all.

Han Feng frowned, not understanding what the old man wanted to do, so he kept silent.

The old man looked at Han Feng, as if he wanted to teach him a lesson, but he soon sighed in distress, and then said to Han Feng enviously: "You don't know what kind of virtue you have accumulated in your last life... Actually...hey"

Han Feng looked at the wonderful expression changes on the old man's face, and couldn't understand what the old man was talking about, so he continued to remain silent.

"Speak! Aren't you a very eloquent kid? Back in the Soto Spirit Arena, how many people were killed by you just opening your mouth? Now you're so silent." The old man saw Han Feng looking like he couldn't get in any water, so he angrily challenged him. He raised his eyebrows, as if he intended to provoke Han Feng to scold him.

Han Feng felt weird. He had seen people looking for beatings, but he had never seen anyone looking for scolding.

I'm afraid this old man is sick.

Although he thought so in his heart, Han Feng still said calmly on the surface: "Junior dare not say anything."

"Chee Boring, I thought you were so brave," the old man said regretfully, grinning in disappointment.

Han Feng rolled his eyes wildly in his heart. Anyway, you are very capable. Whatever you say will be whatever you say. If I don’t scold you, you are cowardly. If I scold you, you will become a person who does not know how to live or die.

The old man didn't know what Han Feng was thinking. If he knew, he would probably praise his intelligence again.

Now the old man is thinking about how to punish Han Feng. . .

It's definitely not possible to start directly. He won't be able to pay the job when he goes back. When the time comes, you may not know how Chen Xin, the old guy, will make things worse.

But if he let Han Feng go just like that, he would not be reconciled. . .

The old man thought for a while, and then his eyes lit up, and he suggested to Han Feng: "Boy, I heard that you are a defense soul master, I am the same. To be honest, I am here to deal with you today. Since we are both Defense Soul Master, how about we compare notes?"

Han Feng looked at the old man in surprise. From the old man's words, he did not hear any obvious hostility. He could only follow the old man's words and said: "Senior, what do you want to compete with?"

"Since you are a defensive soul master, it is natural to be more defensive than anything else." The old man grinned and said happily.

"I dare to ask senior, how can I compare?" Han Feng lowered his eyebrows and asked according to the old man's words.

The old man looked at Han Feng with a teachable look, nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Let's do this, I hit you, if you block it, you hit me again, whoever can't block it will lose." Of course, if you and I block it, I will naturally lose."

After the old man finished speaking, Han Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of undetectable anger.

This can't be considered a competition at all, it's simply a one-sided killing.

This old man is a strong man at the Soul Douluo level, and Han Feng's first soul skill can now block attacks at the Soul Saint level at most, and the probability is very low. If the old man takes one move, how can he still survive?

Although Han Feng can give in and assess the situation, he also knows the difference between being aware of current affairs and being weak. If someone gave Han Feng two glasses of poisonous wine and told him that one of them would lead to life and the other to death, as long as he drank the right glass of wine, he would be dead. If he could survive, Han Feng would drink both glasses of wine without hesitation and then give him the middle finger.

You are going to die anyway, begging for life, and finally being tortured to death by others. It is better to have fun and hurry up.

"Senior is very powerful, I am ashamed of myself." Han Feng gritted his teeth slightly. If the old man insisted on following his rules, Han Feng would immediately spray five times a second, ensuring that he would greet the old man's whole family before he died.

As for Flanders. . .

Dai Mubai has been there for so long, who knows why they are there. When they arrive, he may be completely cold.

The old man has such sharp eyesight. Even if Han Feng hides it deeply, he can still see the anger in Han Feng's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood. He curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. You kid doesn't have any advantage now." For the fourth soul ring, I can only use soul king level power. Your soul power is ridiculously pure, so I won’t take advantage of you."

When Han Feng heard this, although he was a little surprised, he felt relieved and said humbly: "Such a junior dares to ask senior for advice."

"Haha, that's right."

The old man laughed loudly, released Han Feng's restraint, and jumped to the open space outside the dormitory. Many students had already gathered around him, but the old man didn't care, and casually stopped them in place, and said to Han Feng He shouted: "Boy, come out"

Han Feng took a deep breath, said in his heart that there was nothing wrong with it, and also walked to the open space.

"Boy, I can let you prepare first and show your strongest posture." The old man moved his hands and feet and said to Han Feng with a smile.

Han Feng nodded, and he was not polite. The blazing shield possessed him, and the second soul ring flashed in front of the old man, and the six-faced flame shield appeared.

This is also one of Han Feng's achievements in the past few months. It can eliminate the disadvantage that the second soul skill must face the target. It can be regarded as a means of surprise attack by Han Feng.

The old man glanced at Han Feng who flashed in front of him in surprise, but didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry." Han Feng clasped his fists slightly, then stepped back. His third soul skill lit up, and Fudoyan Luo appeared.

It's not over yet, Han Feng didn't intend to hide his clumsiness, the immovable Yan Luo who only had his upper body stood up little by little, his facial features and limbs became more and more clear, holding the Blazing Heaven Shield, standing in front of the old man like a giant , while Han Feng stood on the giant's torso.

This is exactly the second form of Fudoenra, Enra Dharma.

Then, he put on the Flame Dragon Armor and activated his first soul skill, Fate Control. Han Feng's combat power instantly rose to an extreme level.

"Junior is ready, please give me some advice from senior," Han Feng said calmly with a solemn expression.